Highs, lows and adventures of raising twins.

Category Archives: Awareness

I love watching the girls really looking at each other and their surroundings. They are becoming more aware and curious of the world. I love seeing things through their eyes where everything is new and exciting and AMAZING. To be a baby again and find a piece of paper the best thing in the whole wide world spend hours happily turning it over and over, examining it, mouthing it and ripping it. Oh the joy!

Every day they are discovering a bit more about the existence of the other. First it was just staring from afar and now it is by touch. I lay them down together to change their clothes and nappy in the mornings and little hands reach out. Sometimes they stroke, sometimes they pat, sometimes they grab and pull clothes and on one occasion I caught Miss P with her finger up Miss C’s nose!

They have increased wanting to touch and feel our faces but what with their little nails and the last second of grabbing means all I seem to be saying lately is GENTLE in many tones (mainly as a yelp). It fascinates me that they grab at each other’s faces and neither of them cry out. I know it hurts but they do not say a word, yet as soon as they flop backwards and miss the pillow that was placed strategically behind them, onto the soft mat, out comes the wail!

Each day their exploration gets a little bit more bold. Clothes are now being pulled until the other falls over. Each others ears, noses and hair are fair game to them to yank and their latest game is to grab each other’s hand in the high chair and pull as hard as they can. This makes mealtimes an already time consuming feat.

One of our poor cats actually sits and allows them to grab at him. They go ecstatic when they see him! His tail and ears are pulled, his hair comes out in large tufts and yet he goes back for more! I try and show the girls what a gentle stroke is but they are so excited that this furry ginger thing with whiskers and tail goes near them that its all grabbing, excited cries and flailing hands.

The only time this cat kept a wide berth from them for a least a day was when he slowly approached one on my knee when,….’BURP‘, the girl brings up some milk and it cleverly lands all over the cats head. I’ve never seen the old cat move so fast.